I am for playing,
but not for paying.
You shall know,
when my life hits 0.
You discard me,
but you would be shuddering by your knees.
What a shame,
it will never be the same.
Though help is on the way,
and now I say,
it's the end,
now you won against your friend.
My cards of a distant game,
have pictures with a name,
a monster you can see with shock.
That fits into your pocket.